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Church leaders blame the rise of hate

crimes and racially-motivated attacks...

...on a militia-like group

calling themselves "The Holnists. "

One of the most radical and poWerful

of these groups...

...claims as its founder, the famed

motivational speaker Nathan Holn.

The last of the great cities died...

... When my father Was a child...

... victims of yet another War.

He told of the plagues that folloWed...

...and hoW the living hid themselves,

scattered in tiny hamlets...

...in hopes of surviving

Whatever neW madness...

...conspired to rob them

of the little that remained.

ln those days, he Walked alone...

...a solitary Witness

to the chaos that reigned.

The earth itself had fallen victim

to the insanity.

He told stories of the 3-year Winter...

...and hoW the dirty snoW

never stopped falling.

He saW the ocean,

barren, poisoned, near death.

And hoW they Watched the sky

for 16 long years...

...praying for the great lungs

to start Working again.

He said it Was as if the ocean

had breathed a great sigh of relief.

Many commuters

are abandoning their vehicles.

Goddamn it, Bill!

You know l need to check it first.

l don't know.

Better than turpentine, Bill.

Tastes about the same.

What do you say?

Your call.

You ain't picky, Bill.

l like that about you.

Things l like about my ass. . .

. . .number 1 :

Will settle for turpentine.

We got TV!

We got 1 47 channels, Bill.

We got everything from. . .

. . .Jesus to Jeopardy .

"Like. . .

. . .sands through the hourglass,

so are the days--. "

We'll watch that.

...sands through the hourglass,

so are the days of our lives.

"Monday. "

"Monday night. "

Monday-night football!

l don't want any trouble.

l bet you don't either.

Let's just call it a draw.

l'm rich!

l know the rule.

lt's my rule.

"Avoid civilization at all cost. "

We got to eat, don't we?

Open your mouth.

lt's true we haven't done this

for awhile but. . .

. . .for God sakes,

it's like riding a bicycle, Bill.

What are you so worried about?

All you got to do is stand there.

l'm the one with all the lines.

Open up.

Awful.

Just awful.

They said, "Fear not, Macbeth. . .

. . .till Birnam Wood. . .

. . .comes to Dunsinane. "

l said. . .

" . . .till Birnam Wood

comes to Dunsinane! "

Thank you.

Arm yourselves!

Arm yourselves.

lf the witch's words are true. . .

. . .there'll be no running,

hiding here!

We'll fight. . .

. . .as if our last meal

depended on it.

Tomorrow. . . .

And tomorrow. . . .

Tomorrow.

And the day after that.

Out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow. . .

. . .a poor player who struts. . .

. . .and frets his hour upon a stage. . .

. . .and is heard no more.

lt's a tale told by. . . .

ldiot.

A moron. . .

. . .full of sound and fury. . .

. . .signifying. . .

. . .nothing.

But blow, wind!

Come, wrack!

At least we'll die. . .

. . .with the harness off our back!

l want to talk to him.

The children have never seen

Shakespeare before.

They still haven't.

Thank you.

You're very kind.

l'm clapping because you stink.

Larry!

l don't think you know how it works.

When l was young, l tried to be

an actor. l was awful.

But now l won't die thinking

l was the worst one.

-Stop it!

-That's all right.

How much did you pay to get in?

So bite me.

You were very good.

-Good enough to get something to eat?

-Yes, we have some soup.

Holnists. Goddamn!

Bastards hardly kill anyone lately.

We give them food and supplies.

All the towns do.

l'd just as soon not give them

anything of mine, thanks.

What are you doing there?

What are you doing?

lt's just a game, General Bethlehem.

lt's something they saw in a play.

No harm in it.

Wait a minute!

A play?

Show me.

lt's all right, children.

Show me.

Arm yourselves.

No running from the witches.

Shakespeare, is it?

l'm sorry l missed it.

We haven't nearly stocked the game

that we thought we would.

Really?

But you had time for a play?

l'm taking 3 conscripts. . .

. . .from each town!

They will have the honor

of serving in the Holnist Army. . .

. . .until such time as l see fit!

Could you do that?

Captain!

All men. . .

. . .between 1 5 and 50. . .

. . .and of suitable ethnic foundation

are required to show themselves now!

General.

No, but keep that.

Acceptable.

Sir?

Acceptable, Captain.

Need some meat on you,

but l like an impressionable mind.

Acceptable.

Mongoloid.

Unacceptable.

l want pure blood.

Someone. . . .

Someone. . . .

-Don't wave.

-Oeople, you will look at me!

Someone like. . . .

Like that man!

You don't understand.

You were required to show yourself.

l'm not with them.

l'm just passing through.

Take the mule.

Let's go! Move!

Ten-hut!

l want a line right here.

Welcome, gentlemen,

to your new life.

You have been born again as soldiers

in the United Army of Nathan Holn.

God rest his soul!

The strong have been sapped. . .

. . .by the whimpering propaganda

of the weak.

Men. . .

. . .strong men,

have been denied their destiny.

You men have been saved

from that fate.

Redemption. . .

. . .is within your grasp.

You.

What did you do

before you were given this opportunity?

l had a shovel.

l digged holes.

You digged holes.

Now you'll fill them.

And you?

Me?

ls there any question in anyone's mind

that l was speaking to you?

Yes, you.

l'm just a performer.

Shakespeare. Stuff like that.

Shakespeare?

He was a writer.

Yes, l know.

l know who Shakespeare was.

"Cry 'Havoc!' . . .

. . .and let slip. . .

. . .the dogs of war. "

Me?

"To be or not to be:

That is the question. "

"We few. . .

. . .we happy few. . .

. . .we band of brothers! "

"Now is the winter of our discontent

made glorious summer. . .

. . .by this sun of York. "

You're pretty good.

You're also a fighter.

l can see it in your eyes.

You are a dangerous man.

Don't you agree?

No disrespect, sir,

but you'd be better off letting me go.

A fighter is

about the last thing that l am.

Don't you think l should be

the judge of that, soldier?

Get up.

l said, get up!

You're right.

You're not a fighter.

But you will be.

l'm giving you a chance

at a life. . .

. . .that means something.

A life worth living.

-l'm glad to see you.

-We missed you.

-l missed you. Kurt, hoW are you?

-Hungry.

-Gretl, What happened to your finger?

-lt got caught.

-Caught in What?

-Friedrich 's teeth.

Thanks.

Did l win?

l tried to tell him.

Say it again.

Say what?

Words you said in town.

About the wind blowing and the rest.

Say it again.

"Blow, wind.

Come, wrack.

At least we'll die

with the harness off our back. "

What's it mean?

"Live free or. . .

. . .die. "

l think.

You're going to watch a movie

or you can sleep!

But tomorrow. . .

. . .you run in uniform. . .

. . .full packs. . .

...20 miles!

Everybody makes it...

...or nobody eats...

...for the third day in a roW!

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